The Mind Is A Minefield

of anxiety bombs

how they spark slowly

and go off

who comes to my mind

who wants in

who wants out

outside the world is one whole

green plain

in the evening

the sky is silver

I don’t know what it thinks

I only see how sad it is

and how it bends down

all the way

to kiss the earth.

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Words

I imagine

what they

look like

in my mind

are they red black

is my mind

is it wet

is it like a mouth

words are all

I have

I tell myself

in my cave

I pave

my way out

with words

in the morning

I sing with the birds

so musical

in the sky

and with the clouds

I fly

to this

quiet place

where there

is no sound

and the world

looks so round

so beautiful

so delightful

so full

of enchantment

words make me forget

this life on rent.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).